Monday

All is Well

5:30pm. Monday. November 30, 2009.

Lanie: I love my new job. I love New York in the winter. I love my new haircut, and I have a dent.

Mom: A dent?

Lanie: A crush.

Mom: Like on a boy?

Lanie: Yes.

Mom: That's nice.

Lanie: All is well.

Mom: Well. Good.

Lanie: Mom? What's up? Why so distracted?

Mom: Oh, just lots of decisions.

Lanie: Lots of cases?

Mom: Oh no. I've been done for weeks. Your father is getting me scooter.

Lanie: Oh, that's great. I think you'll enjoy that.

Mom: Which is more judicial, red or blue?

Lanie: I don't know. They both seem pretty patriotic.

Mom: Fire engine red, or electric blue.

Lanie: Neither sound very appealing.

Mom: I know. You would think that the scooter company would make scooters that had a little more class.




Wednesday

Artistic

9:00am. Wednesday. November 4, 2009.

Lanie: Mom, thanks for being supportive about my writing stuff.

Mom: Oh, well. You're welcome.

Lanie: Not all parents let their kids be artists.

Mom: I can't see you as a trades person Lanie.

Lanie: Right. But you guys always told me I could do or be anything.

Mom: Well, within limits now.

Lanie: Oh?

Mom: Just be able to pay your rent and eat.

Lanie: Fair enough.

Mom: And once the bills are paid, then you can be anything you want to be.

Lanie: I gotta work on the bill paying part right now.

Mom: Yes please.


Tuesday

Job Hunting

7:30am. Tuesday. November 3, 2009.

Mom: So?

Lanie: It was a great interview.

Mom: Great?

Lanie: They liked me. I liked me.

Mom: Do you think you could do the job?

Lanie: Yeah, and I think I'd like it.

Mom: I know you'll get it. I know you'll get it.

Lanie: Mom I'm a cow.

Mom: Well do something about it.

Lanie: No. I mean. I walked into the office and there were three other girls just like me. We all had on cute dresses, pumps, straight hair and a professional looking bag. I'm sure they all need work too. And I'm sure they all have decent experience.

Mom: And this makes you a cow?

Lanie: I dunno like part of an indistinguishable herd.

Mom: Well- Moo the loudest.